out of body

my loved ones talking about me in a true crime documentary after I’m murdered: he was a miserable bastard. he had a way of pissing people off by standing there. the police asked if he had any enemies and we said ‘everyone’

you are not a machine. you are more like a garden. you need different things on different days. a little sun today, a little less water tomorrow. you have fallow and fruitful seasons. it is not a design flaw. it is wiser than perpetual sameness. what does your garden need today?

shoutout to everyone dealing with. thhe fucking difficulty

they’re talking to each other

when you tell a girl her outfit is really cute and she does a little pose thing then smiles, reblog if u agree

When you tell a girl her outfit is really cute and she immediately tells you where she got it

When you tell a girl her outfit is cute and she shoves her hands in previously unseen holes and squees with excitement, “It has pockets!”